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THREE NIGHTS AT ANCONA.
during the siege. I enter it, and am glad to find some men talking there, while many others are stretched here and there asleep, after the fatigues of the day. I join the group that stood talking near the door. The night passes on, the Piedmontese guns still playing upon our positions, and the moon shining brightly overhead. Stay! Who is this that approaches us from the interior ? A white kerchief is tied round his head, and another round his neck, and a short cloak drawn closely round his body. He walks slowly by, and addresses a few words to me in passing, touching this strange proceeding of the besiegers in keeping up the fire. It is Lamoriciere himself. He is a middle-sized man, with very keen eyes, and a complexion deeply bronzed by the African sun. His gait generally is inore lively than dignified. He wears a heavy mustache, which, as well as his hair, is strongly tinged with grey. His voice is strikingly firm, and in conversation he speaks with much animation and earnestuess. It was about the hour of midnight when he passed out. He had just risen from his mattress, and, without waiting to change bis costume, he went out thus quietly and alone to ascertain how things went on. To see him thus, in the dead hour of night, go straight to the walls, and take a long look at the blazing batteries of the enemy,—to see him go round from point to point, shell and ball flying in plenty the while, is a sight which a soldier would love to see. It is not every general that has such stuff in him. What has made him look so troubled to-night?
The 30th September, 1860, was an eventful day for the little garrison of Ancona.
The attack from the besiegers opened in the early morning, and was maintained thronghout the day with greater vigour than on any day since the siege began. Down in the harbour the fight was hottest. The entire fleet advanced close to that solitary battery which commanded the entrance, and poured upon it, for hours without internoission, a fire that must soon not only silence, but annihilate it. And that gallant little battery, how spiritedly it re. plied! How promptly it spoke back those notes of defiance as long as a gun lived in it! I never knew what ki stubborn valour” meant before. The brave fellows who manned that battery held it while the murderous fire from the slips shot away its defences bit by bit, and when their last gun had fallen from its place, they blew up the pile with a crash that shook the earth for miles around.
About 4 P.M., the white flag was hoisted from the battlements of the fortress, and the signal was immediately repeated all round the outworks. The firing ceased on both sides; the fleet steamed out. still remained at their posts, though all work had been suspended. As was natural, those near each other had formed into knots to talk over the capitulation. The feeling most general amongst the Irish soldiers was one of regret at giving in without more fighting. All expressed the greatest confidence in the prudence of the General ; but they “ should like to have had a chance at the Piedmontese in close quarters.” I made one of a party of five who had come together in Captain C—'s tent. The truce and proposed capitulation formed the subject of a conversation, in course of which we are startled by a cannonade, which we suddenly hear from the direction of the enemy's lines. Every one asks, " What does this mean?" We run out to see. men are not firing, but there is a stir among them. Orders are sent round to keep them quiet. The truth soon becomes visible—the enemy has opened upon us a murderous fire, our flags of truce still flying! They fire on us; yes, and they fire on us with a dreadful
Is this the army that has risen to revive the ancient glories of Italy? Are these the people who have been represented by British statesmen as the very soul of houour ? Bah! Piedmontese honour indeed !
A BRILLIANT ESCALADE !
Morning dawned, and the firing thundered still. What is to be the end of this ? We had hoped little from the Piedmontese robbers, but we were not prepared for such strange work. Do they refuse to treat with the General ? Do they mean to butcher us? Let them come, the dogs; if we get within bayonet's length of them we should be satisfied. Hot words like these
, , mistakable carnestness—were spoken by many men that morning. At first the firing only perplexed them; then there was indignation, and indignation fast ripening into vengeance.
But lo! what next? There is a rush to a certain point on the battlements. I hasten thither also. Below, on the road leading from the Porta Calamo to the Rocca, or fortress, is a Piedmontese officer, preceded by two Piedmontese soldiers—one a bugler, and the other bearing a pole from which hung a white flag. The eyes of the officer are bandaged with a white kerchief, and at his side walks an officer of the garrison—an Irishman, by the way—who acted as his conductor to the General's quarters. On they come to the drawbridge of the for. tress, where they are met by one of Lamoriciere's staff, who at once led the Sardinian envoy (for such he was) into the presence of the General, leaving the two soldiers standing outside. After about half-an-hour, he re-appeared, and was conducted out as he had come in, his eyes bandaged as before. Of course, the firing had ceased by this time.
A LOOK-OUT AT MIDNIGHT.
Night falls; but the fire ceases not-slackers not. “Well,” I thought, " let what will come,
and have an hour's sleep.” I had my usual sleeping quarters in one of the apartments of the fortress, and I betake myself to my corner. I lay me down; but I cannot sleep. I close my eyes and try again and again ; but sleep is impossible. Every shot disturbs me. The magazine is hard by, being separated from the fortress only by a narrow court. The vestibule has been the sleeping quarters and rendezvous for many of our men
Not very long after, another messenger of peace, There was no clamour, but it was by no means a dumb accompanied by a huge sharpstooter, comes towards us show. The Italians spoke glibly amongst themselves, in a carriage from Porta Pia. He is dressed in major's and the Irish talked freely with each other. Some kind uniform-gray trousers, blue coat profusely embroidered, words passed between the two parties ; but on the blue sash, heavy-looking silver epaulets, and shako whole I considered our position mortifying. I do not ornamented with silver lace. Arrived at the gate of mean mortifying in the sense that our position implied the fortress, he got out of his carriage, and having a shame or dishonour to us. On the contrary, there was wbite bandage drawn over his eyes, was conducted by much that was gratifying in the position ; for there two of the staff to the General's quarters. In about was not a man standing among the prisoners who had three quarters of an hour he re-appeared, got into his not the consciousness of having done his duty; not one carriage, and, with his giant attendant, returned to the who could not hold up his head and say, Overpowered camp. . After his departure we all understood that the
by numbers, I lay down iny sword which I have never terms of the capitulation had been finally arranged. dishonoured by fear, nor disgraced by wielding it in an
The way being now clear, we expected the enemy unjust canse.” For myself, I have to record among the in immediately. Nor were we disappointed; we soon consolations of the hour, the soothing whispers of that could perceive a large body of troops move towards us. twin sister of Charity, Hope. My curiosity for a nearer Anxious to observe all their movements, I went to the survey of those redoubtable sub-alpine heroes was satisparapet looking down over the Lazzaretto and the
fied in a few minutes, and then my eyes turned seaward. Porta Pia, as it was towards this point they held their The waters were placid ; the moon had come out and course. They halted and formed into column under the
made a bright roadway over their surface.
There was steep approaches to the wall. The officer in command now and again the slightest ripple, which, however, did gave the word, and on they rushed helter skelter up the not break the beautiful line, but only added to it a steeps, and over the wall. Inside there was a clear fringe of rich rays along its entire length. It was not space, and here again they fell into close column. until the bands struck up a stirring air, and our batQuickly they put themselves in the attitude for a charge, talion got into motion, that I was recalled to the reality and, with bayonets fixed, dashed down several Streets.
of my position. The Porta Pia was thrown open, and I must record my testimony, as an eye-witness, to the we marched through, bearing our arms the while, in fearless heroism displayed by the Piedmontese soldiers presence of a strong force of Piedmontese wbich escorted in that grand charge. “ Forward, mes braves !" How us on the Sinigaglia road; and thus we went out into proudly the Italian sun, on this bright harvest morning, captivity. pours down his glory on those brave fellows, as they charge, not indeed small bodies of armed men, but large masses of atmosphere !
It was well nigh midnight when we reached the camp, or rather the head-quarters of the camp ; for there were tents on both sides of the road all the way
from Ancona, for a distance of about eight miles. We On the evening of that day-rather should I say, in turred in off the road, piled our arms, and were shown the night, for it was 8 P.M.—our battalion got into a to our quarters—that is to say, into a small field inline, and marched from our position under the fortress closed by lines of troops. Every thing on the surface towards the Porta Pia. This name (of one of the gates had been reduced to dust by the trampling of men and of Ancona) is also given to a magnificent promenade horses, and on this carpet we were permitted to stretch which runs from the gate towards the ipside, occupying our weary limbs. Such was the lodging prepared íor the space
between a range of beautiful houses and the our accommodation. We were weary, very weary, but water's edge. Here we halted; and here we had the the uninviting nature of the arrangements, and many honour of meeting a large crowd of people who had strange incidents, banished for awhile ideas of repose. come out to see us. There were some of the town's-people, I will mention one circumstance. On the evening prea sprinkling of Piedmontese officers, and a large number vious to our capitulation, the troops received the last of Piedmontese soldiers. These last walked leisurely instalment of their pay. As silver could not be bad, up and down our lines—we were scarcely 500 strong they were paid in coppers, which they put into little -eyeing us apparently with the greatest interest. bags, and finding it inconvenient to carry those on the This being the first time they came into close proximity way from Ancona, they placed them on a baggage cart. with most of our men, the curiosity on our side was This being once known, the cart became an object of very strong also, so that the glances of the captors were special attraction to the Piedmontese; but our fellows returned; and we were anything but favourably im- kept a strict watch on it. On one occasion, a band of pressed by the specimen before us. They were in the Piedmontese soldiers made a bold attempt to carry general very "raw" looking for trained soldiers, and off some of the money, but were effectually resisted by very much tanned.
Besides, their costume-a grey those of the Irish who were near at the time. They coat, and an undress cap, resembling a nightcap with a applied in some quarter for aid, and forth with a party short tassel-appeared to us the reverse of handsome. of soldiers, commanded by an officer, marched down In this position we remained for a couple of hours. upon the cart, and carried off some of the money bags!
GOING INTO CAPTIVITY.
ONE OR TWO ILLUSTRATIONS,
A respectable feat, was it not, for the great champions ha:l taken every precaution to secure my luggage; to of a nation “struggling to be free?"
a box, strongly made, I added all the appliances of iron, Imagine a man out in the open air at the dead hour ropes, leather; but all in vain, there was not a bit of it of night, tired, cold, and hungry ; suppose for a moment that did not yield to the spirit of Piedmontese emancipathat he had on a large overcoat; what, I ask, should his tion. The second night brought a considerable improvenature impel him to do in regard to this overcoat ? ment in my circumstances, thanks to an active orderly, Clearly his impulse would be to wrap it more closely who, after a world of fighting and management, secured round him to protect himself as much as possible agaiost a broken box, which he turnel bottom upwards, and the midnight chill
. If he acted otherwise, we should set propped against a wall. On this bench I enjoyed a him down as a fool. Now, there was a fool of that sound and very refreshing sleep. stamp among the Irish prisoners that night. I got to There were in the Sardinian camp some of that class a corner of the field to take a nap, if possible, for an cilled “ soupers” in Ireland, ready to prove, by no end honr or two; but scarcely had I stretched myself on the of scripture quotation, that the Sardinians had right on dusty eartlı, when a young fellow pulled off his heavy their side as well as migbt. I came in for a share of overcoat, and insisted that I should cover myself with it. the enlightening attentions of these people. A busy I felt that the poor fellow needed his coat perhaps much little officer whom I had known as one of this apostolic inore than I; but any one who knows wbat it is to re- corps, initiated a conversation with me. fuse a kindness at the hands of a simple-hearted Irish- of those preliminary compliments which are tolerated man, can well understand how it was I agreed at last to only in an Italian, and the burdeu of which was that keep the coat. I witnessed in
instances he was so glad I spoke Italian, and that he was sure of the like “ folly” on the part of Irishmen.
we should be friends, he launched into his subject.
“May I ask you,” enquired this voluble little gentle
man, “why have you come to fight for the Pope?" It is a common saying, that novelty is charming. “In our country we often answer a question by Never was there a popular maxim which needs more asking another. May I ask why have you come to of limitation. A day in the Piedmontese camp was to fight against the Pope ?” me a very great novelty ; it was the reverse of charm- “ Simply because the Pope has no right to temporal ing. Oh! if those admirers of " free and united Italy dominions." came into immediate contact with their heroes, they “And therefore Sardinia has a right to make war should find the scales fall from their eyes, and those against him?" same 6 champions” would show themselves to be made Certainly; Sardinia has a most perfect right to of stuff quite different from what their romantic imagin.z- release the people of the Papal States from his power." tion had figured them. You might expect to find in “ Has Austria the same right? or France ? or Engi hem a very generous enemy. Here is what we actually land ?" did find: We were turned into a field, left to sleep “No; why should they? They are strangers ; under the open air, denied even a little straw, and al- Piedmont is Italian.” lowed only a small loaf of bad bread with a moiety of “ Has Naples? Naples, you know, is not a stranger ?” wine once a day. Then there were many other tokens “No; Naples is ruled by a tyrant, who himselt must of generosity on the part of our chivalrous captors. For
soon fall." instance : one of our officers found that his shako, which Naples is ruled by Francis II. ; Piedmont by Victor he bad put by carefully among his luggage, had disap- Emmanuel. Honestly, now, which is the better type peared. He instituted at once a rigorous search after it. of a tyrant ?" More successful than many others, he soon traced it to “This is not the question. The question is-Has the possession of a Piedmontese officer. There were but the Pope a right to a temporal principality? Now, very few links in the chain; the officer had purchased I will prove to you from Holy Scripture that he ought it, honourably of course, from one of his men, and this not to be a temporal prince. St. Peter, you know, was latter had stolen it from the owner's luggage. The a poor fisherman, and was ordered to carry neither owner claimed it; the present possessor refused to give purse nor scrip.” it up. But as the owner had resolved to push the 6. Then you ought to infer that the Pope must not matter to the utmost, while the possessor did not wish wear shoes; for the text is, neither purse, nor scrip, to have a noise made about the affair at head-quarters, nor shoes, and salute no man by the way.' the article was soon after restored. Many other little “Wel, putting aside the purely literal sense, seriously, incidents occurred during the night illustrative of the do not the texts show that the Pope ought not to have high-minded honour of this chivalrous race.
any temporal power?" The genius of the sub-alpine emancipators was irre-No : so far as it bears on the question at all, it sistible. Many of our men, the more firmly to hold shows the contrary.” their little earnings under their own dominion, put the “How? My very dear friend will have the goodbags in which they carried the coppers under their heads, ness to explain.” while they lay down to sleep; but vain effort! they “The Scripture shows that the Pope onght to be ena woke to find their hoardings emancipated. I myself tirely free and unimpeded in the discharge of the duties
of his apostolic office. Now, as things stand in the mullions, gables, corbels, and bell-towers ; no tenant in world at present, his independence can be secured only their chancels, cloisters, or choirs, save the skulking wolf,f by his being left in the undisturbed possession of his and the screeching owl-even so you and I shall not temporal sovereignty."
have laboured in vain ; for the volume we leave be“Might he not be snfficiently free under a liberal and hind us will tell generations yet to come what those enlightened government, such, for example, as that of monasteries were in the days of their splendour ; what Piedmont ?"
pious munificence founded them, what saints, sages “Sufficiently free! yes, that freedom which Piedmont and warriors lie sepulchred in their crypts, and, alas has guaranteed by seizing the property of convents, that I should have lived to witness it, what unparalleled and banishing bishops from their sccs.
sacrilege desecrated their shrines, and drove their pious “Our government has done only what it had a per- inmates houseless and homeless on the world. You fect right to do. I will not listen to those attacks on and I have reason to be thankful for the hospitality we Piedmont."
have received in a foreign clime, and indeed we would “Then the alternative still rests with you. I did not be ingrates, if we preternitted chronicling that the joint volunteer my remarks.”
sovereigns of the Netherlands, Albert and Isabella, proAfter a few more words, uot very complimentary to vided shelter for Irish friars, when king James, the deme, he walked away.
generate son of a truly Catholic mother-true even to JAMES M‘Devrit. the death-banned and persecuted them as though they
were the opprobrium of mankind.
“I will now relate to you all that I have learnt NOCTES LOVANIENSES.
concerning the monasteries of Kilcrea and Timoleague, and let me
commence with the former. Of all Monasteries of Kilerea and Timoleague.
the Irish princes, none ruled with kinglier sway Church and Monastery of KILCREA-Its Beautiful Site and
than did the Mac Carthys, lords of Muskerry. Architecture, The Tomb of Mac Carthy of Muskerry—The Church and Monastery plundered in 1584-Again in 1599–
Their martial prowess was famed in the songs of Fathers Mac Carthy and O'Sullivan.--Church and Monas.
bards, their lineage was traced to progenitors who tery of TIMOLEAGUE–Plundered and damaged by English sailed with Milesius from Spain to Ireland, and their Soldiers, who are cut to pieces by O'Sullivan Prince of Bear
strong castles studded the banks of the Bandon Lyons, Protestant Bishop of Cork-Dilapidates TiroleaguePersecutes the Catholics.
from Knocknanavon to Kinsale. Nor were they less
famed for their piety and devotedness to our holy “None of our Munster monasteries,” resumed the founder, St. Francis, as Kilcrea, even in its ruins, Proviucial, were more famous than those of Kilcrea will testify to future ages.
The founder of that and Timoleague ; and having made a pilgrimage to both venerable house was Cormac Mac Carthy, lord of some years ago,* I took good care to collect every par- Muskerry, who erected it, under the invocation of St. ticular relating to their foundation and fall. Centuries Brigid, for Franciscans, A.D. 1465. The site selected lience, the notices I now detail to you may help to for the monastery was very beautiful, away from the throw light on a dark and tempestuous period of our tumult of the world, and close to the sweet river Bride. history, and I would fain persuade myself, should it The church was admirably constructed of the finest please God to restore those sanctuaries to their rightful materials, and nothing could excel the exquisite workowners, that you and I shall not be forgotten wlien manship of the nave and choir, from which springs a their altars have been re-erected, and matin and vesper graceful bell-tower of considerable height. Rich marbles, song resounds as of old, in choir, chancel, and cloister, finely turned windows, and a beautiful arcade forming now, alas, desecrated by the impious.”
one side of a chapel, still shew that Cormac, lord of "The memorabilia you are giving me,” observed Muskerry, was a man gifted with a high appreciation of Father Purcell, “make a goodly volume, and who knows art, and as I have already said, with true devotedness but it may yet fall into the hands of some one who will to our order. In the chancel and close to the grand turn it to account, aud make future generations familiar altar, he caused a tomb to be constructed for himself, with the vicissitudes of our venerable houses."
and he was interred there in 1495, having been slain by “ Doubtless,” replied the Provincial ; " and you may his own brother and nephews. The same tomb conbe assured that a time will come-be the fate of our tains the mortal remains of many of his race, all of houses what it may-when the historian and antiquarian whom were distinguished for their martial prowess, but will thank us for having saved even fragments of our none more so than his son Cormac, who defeated the monastic records from oblivion. I would fain persuade Geraldines in the celebrated battle fought near the myself that the Irish Franciscan monasteries will yet abbey of Mourne. I The inscription on the founder's revert to the uses for which they were founded; but even tomb is worth preserving, and runs thus-Hic jacet though that wish never may be gratified, and those ve- Cormac, Filius Thadei. F. Cormac F. Dermitii magni nerable piles should totter into shapeless ruin, rank weeds growing out of their altars, mournful ivy clothing their
| Wolves were common in Ireland till the end of the
I O'Daly's “Geraldines."
Mac Carthy Dominus de Musgraige, ac istius conventus primus fundator. A.D. 1495.
The Barrets and many other noble families selected Kilcrea as their burial place, and their tombs are still there, for they spared no effort to preserve the sacred edifice from the ravages of the English Protestant troops during the wars with the Geraldines and the Ulster princes. The entire of the buildings, including the monastery, which is of no considerable magnitude, is to this day* in very good condition, and lacks nothing but friars, who are not allowed to inhabit their ancient abode, since Dermot Mac Carthy, t who basely abjured the religion of his glorious progenitors, took a grant of the place from Sir Arthur Chichester, lord deputy, on condition that he would not suffer the Franciscans to return, or let his lands to any but Protestants. Nevertheless, some of our friars live among the people in the neighbourhood, and are supported by the bounty of the Barrets and others, who, as I have already said, are very anxious to preserve the monastery and its church from dilapidation. Whilst I was at Kilerea, the particulars I ann now about to give you were related to me by trustworthy persons, and I am sure that you will think them worth recording.
In 1584—the year after O’Moriarty had compassed the cruel murder of the great carl of Desmond, a company of English soldiers marauding through the district, entered the monastery and church of Kilcrea, intent on plunder. Those miscreants, unawed by the sanctity of the place, demolished the statues and paintings, and laid their sacrilegious hands on the sacred utensils. At that time, the church possessed a beautiful representation of the crucifixion, a rare work of art, indeed, for at each extremity of the cross there was a beautiful medalion of the Evangelists, exquisitely wrought in gold and silver. Stimulated by a desire to seize the precious metal, the soldiers began to quarrel among themselves, and in this brawl they turned their swords against each other's breasts, till two of them fell mortally wounded, one of them dying that very night, and the other on the next morning. The gold and silver, however, glutted the impious greed of the survivors, and that noble work of art was lost to the convent for ever.
In 1599, when the lord deputy Essex marched against the remnant of the Geraldines, Kilcrea was again invaded by English soldiers, who scared away the friarz, and killed Father Mathew O’Leyn, at the very moment he was endeavouring to effect his escape by fording the Bride. He was a man remarkable for the holiness of his life, and had then entered on his sixty-seventh year.
Nor should I omit mentioning a very remarkable member of this convent, whose history deserves special notice. The person to whom I allude was Felix Mac Carthy, who, during the Geraldine war, distinguished himself by his charity and hospitality to all, friends as
well as foes. One day, having an altercation with his brother, Felix allowed himself to be carried away by passion, and, in his fury, stabbed the unfortunate youth to death. Overwhelmed with remorse, he resolved to renounce the world, and having obtained a dispensation from the irregularity, he earnestly begged, and finally received the habit of our order, thenceforth devoting himself entirely to the service of God. He subsequently was ordained priest, and living to a great old age, all the nerves of his fingers, those of the index and thumb of either hand excepted, became so paralysed that he could make no use of them. His brethren of Kilcrea, however, and indeed every one else, regarded this as a singular manifestation of God's mercy, since He allowed this devout penitent the use of the four fingers which are employed at the holy sacrifice of the Mass.
Another highly-gifted member of the brotherhood of Kilcrea, was Father Thaddeus O'Sullivan, whose powers as a preacher won him fame in every region of Ireland. During the terrible commotions attending the wars of the great earl of Desmond, this venerable priest was wont to follow the Irish troops into the woods, where great licentiousness prevailed, and, indeed, his eloquent exhortations not only kept alive the faith in the souls of those who heard him, but prevented many a bloody deed in those disastrous times. During one of his charitable missions, he fell sick and died, and the people, who loved him so well, would fain convey his corse to the monastery of Kilcrea. This, however, was a dangerous undertaking, for at that time all Munster was garrisoned by the English troops, and the people ran risk of death if they appeared abroad in daylight. At length some who were thoroughly acquainted with the bye-roads, resolved to place the remains on a horse and set out, after nightfall, for the monastery; but losing their way in the darkness, they were about to retrace their steps, when one of the party said, “ Let us leave the horse to himself, and he will certainly carry his burden to its destination.” Adopting his suggestion, they followed the horse all that night, and next morning they found themselves within the precincts of the monastery, where the remains of Father O'Sullivan were interred in the cloister at the door of the chapter-room, December, 1597. This venerable father of our monastery of Kilcrea had very many escapes from the English during the Munster wars; and if his memory required any further commendation, 'twould suffice to state, that he was the bosom friend of the most Rev. Dr. Gray, bishop of Cork, who consulted him on all matters of importance, and was always guided by his counsels. I have nothing further to add to this brief account of that venerable monastery, so let us now talk of Timoleague.
That village is situated in the barony of Barryroe, in the county of Cork, and close to a little harbour formerly much frequented by Spaniards, who carried on a considerable trade with the Irish, taking, in exchange for their rich wines, hides, fish, wool, linen cloth, skins of squirrels, and other native products. I have not ascertained exactly by whom
† This apostate died in 1616, and was buried in the ancestral tomb,